Jiminy Peak, Hancock MA

My first memories of Jiminy Peak were careening down the alpine slide in the summer. My second set of memories involved my second ski lesson ever which was taken at Jiminy Peak in the rain during one of their "Learn to Ski Free" days. My brother, Matt, and I took a day off from work for this grand adventure. I remember that there was another woman in the class and she was surprised to learn that many people make turns on their skis. She was under the impression that one simply pointed the skis down the hill and screamed a little.

My third set of memories of Jiminy are just as vivid as the first two. Riding up the expert lift I eagerly anticipated a good day of skiing. It was mid-week and the slopes were nice and quiet. Getting off the chairlift, my jaw dropped. The trail seemed to drop off in to oblivion. I inched up to the edge and peered over. Most impressive. Ranks only second to White Heat at Sunday River and maybe Outer Limits at Killington for intimidation although much shorter in length. It's really not that bad once you plunge over the edge, but the first glance is awe-inspiring.